This is a song about "Mum taking cocaine"

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

She likes the way it hits her lips

So i can finally say to mum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

You know, work that

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Puts up with mum and dads crap

You got reason to brag

Oh, why do i live this way

A foster mum while they

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Step on the busses hear the ruckus, and the smell of cocaine/

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame